Friday, December 23, 2011

Candied Orange & Anise Scones


Have you ever spent Christmas away from home? M.F.K. Fisher did in 1929. This was long before she was the famed food writer who composed evocative prose about the exquisite pleasures of the table. Then, she was a young bride who had just moved to Dijon, France with her new husband, Al.

The two traveled South for Christmas, to a little town on the Mediterranean Coast called Cassis. On Christmas Eve, the couple drank rum punch and waited sleepily to go to Midnight Mass at a little church on the top of a high hill.

Fisher would describe it as an evening that rang like crystal in her memory: “Midnight mass, with fishermen playing wild sad songs on oddly shaped hautbois and windy flutes, over the bleating of two sheep by the alter glittering with candles; a new human baby wailing in its modern cradle trimmed with blue satin bows, and filled with Christmas straw; all the short square women dressed in black, with shawls over their heads.”

When Mass ended, instead of going to sleep, Mary Frances and Al joined a crowd of village revelers for a traditional French holiday celebration. She was handed a plate piled with an anise flavored bread, a piece of sweet nougat, and a glass of pale pink wine.

The seemingly random selection was, in fact, thoughtful. It was a few of the Thirteen Desserts, an array of sweets -- fresh and dried fruits, nuts, bread, nougat, and candies -- that are traditionally served after Midnight Mass and signify the 13 participants in the Last Supper.

An essential part of the 13 Desserts is a sweet bread made from olive oil and flavored with anise, orange water, and candied citrus. Similar to an Italian panettone, the bread -- called gibassier (or pompe à l’huile) -- must be torn with the hands when served to insure good luck in the new year.

That night, she and Al were strangers at the holiday feast. She was far from home and family, but the gift of food and wine soothed her soul.

I prefer my 13 desserts to be of the chocolate variety and like to have gibassier for breakfast. When I wrote this piece for The Kitchn, I made "real" gibassier (you can find the original essay that recipe here). But I also wanted to share an easier version of gibassier, something that could be easily made up on a busy pre-holiday morning, but that still shared the same lovely flavors of anise and candied oranges. These scones are very easy but, like the original gibassier, are best warm, smothered with butter and honey, beside a mug of bitter black coffee.

Happy Holidays, one and all!


Gibassier-Inspired Scones
2 cups flour
1 Tbsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 cup sugar
1 1/4 cup heavy cream
1/3 cup chopped candied orange peel
1 tsp anise seeds
1/2 - 1 tsp orange flower water

1 Tbsp melted butter for brushing the tops
sugar for sprinkling the tops

Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Line a baking pan with parchment paper.

Sift or whisk together the flour, baking powder, salt, sugar, lemon peel and anise seeds in a mixing bowl. Add the cream and orange flower water and stir gently with a fork. Stop mixing when it starts to come together and the cream seems fairly absorbed. Be careful not to overmix. The dough will look loose and lumpy and not like a finished dough.

Pour the mixture onto a lightly floured work surface. Using a very light touch, begin to gather and gently pat into a 9” circle, taking care to press the edges into a solid border. It will come together just enough to look like it might work. Do not handle very much to achieve maximum tenderness!

Using a lightly dusted bench scraper or sharp knife, cut into 8 scones. Use the bench scraper or a metal spatula to lift the scones gently onto the baking sheet. Be careful as they are very soft and delicate to handle. Brush the tops with a bit of melted butter and a sprinkle of sugar.

Bake on the middle rack for 15 minutes or until they are golden. Serve immediately. These scones are best warm.



This recipe was adapted from one found on the blog Bread Baby.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Gifts for those who like words, wine, food & beauty

I saw an ad the other day that read: Nothing says "I think you're brilliant" more than a book. I couldn't agree more.

I try not to do a lot of overt self promotion on my blog. I'd get tired of it and so would you. But it's Monday December 19th and I still have a few gifts to pick up. Maybe you do too? If so, I'd be honored if you'd consider one of these books to wrap up and hand off to someone you love. Of course I'm seriously biased, but they do seem to be pleasing, and they certainly are lovely:

An Extravagant Hunger: The Passionate Years of M.F.K. Fisher. My first book, soon to be released in paperback. Get the hardcover while it's available -- I can't imagine that there will be anything prettier.



Love in a Dish and Other Pieces by M.F.K. Fisher. Published in the UK by Penguin's Great Food series, this book is a perfect hostess gift. You can also buy the full Great Food collection for the devout food historians on your list.


Love in a Dish and Other Culinary Delights by M.F.K. Fisher. The American version of the Great Food book. Post winter supper, you'll look great curled up on the couch with this and a glass of cognac.


The Food and Wine Magazine 2012 Wine Guide. I helped wrangle the world's top 500 wine producers that were selected to be featured in this handy guide. This makes a great gift -- perhaps packaged with some of the featured bottles?


I've linked to Amazon, but would love it if you bought these books from your local bookstore {Omnivore Books, The Booksmith, Book Passage, The King's English, Word Brooklyn, Powells, Third Street Books McMinnville and Ravenna Third Place Books have all been very good to me this year.

Happy Holidays! I'm so thankful for the success 2011 has brought and owe much of it to readers like you. xoxo

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

My Winter List

So, it's nearly the middle of December. We have a tiny tree, a snow globe collection, a parade of penguins lined up on the mantle. Every morning I light candles to brighten up those grey moments between night and day. Yesterday, there were even some Christmas tunes involved.

And yet -- I just spent six days in New York and am headed to Los Angeles later today. While I dream of cookie baking and gift wrapping, my reality is flight check-ins, email returns, and detail management. I'm the kind of person who sees a photograph of snow in April and starts to countdown till Christmas. The fact that I can't quite fully embrace the holiday spirit makes my heart hurt.

And yet -- Two weeks ago we attended a friend's lyric choral concert. It was in a chilly but beautiful church. The music was in Latin; full of highs and lows and lots of melody. We paused and listened.

The next night, we went to the Singalong Sound of Music in the Castro. To see it on the big screen -- those mountains and hills! -- was a treat. We laughed and sang.

And yet -- Some night next week Sean will surprise me. We'll get in the car and head south towards West Portal, stopping along the way to look at the big houses with opulent Christmas lights. Once arrived, we'll buy a ticket for a movie. (Any movie, but nothing too morose, maybe The Muppets?) Last year we were sneaky and brought in burgers.

The lesson? Sometimes, instead of you finding the holiday, the holiday finds you. 

And yet -- There are some traditional things that just must be done, because without it, it wouldn't seem like the holidays. Here are some cozy, wintery things I'm looking forward to this season:


Forcing my brother to decorate sugar cookies with me. He always resists. He always dives in. (Albeit with typically "boyish" results. Ex: A bloody reindeer.)

Reading by the tree, in front of the fireplace. That spot in the photo is the most prime lounging real estate in the house.

 My mom's holiday table. Believe it or not, this is a weeknight meal.

Snow. Walking in it; looking at it; skiing through it. Snow.

What's on your Winter List?

Thursday, December 08, 2011

Weekend Away

Last month, Sean and I spent a romantic weekend away at the Berkeley City Club. Designed by the famous architect Julia Morgan it's known as the "Little Castle."

The Berkeley City Club is both a social club and a historic hotel. This meant the rooms were small and sans tv or mini bar. The bathroom was covered in charming colored tile. There were quiet hours (No loud talking after 10PM, please!)

The next morning, Sean went swimming in the decadent indoor pool and I wandered the halls, took photos, and sat with the paper and a big cup of coffee. Being at the Berkeley City Club made me so curious about Julia Morgan. Apparently she was very private -- but obviously filled with creativity and inspired by the beauty of Europe and its grand buildings.

In our 24 hours in Berkeley we went book shopping and to the museum, had dinner at a cozy neighborhood joint, and saw a movie. There were lots of colored leaves to gather and lawns to lay on. By the time I got home I was so relaxed, I couldn't remember how to spell Potrero -- the name of our San Francisco neighborhood. Now that's the sign of a good vacation.